Thursday, March 11, 2010
Do we have only one? Do we have several?
Do we only know about them after they’ve happened?
Can we create them?
I’ve had a few: where afterwards there is a stronger sense of self and one's place in the world. But most of all it is a feeling that now, now, all things are possible: Let's get on with the important business of living this one and only wild and precious life to the very maximum.
And I list these moments, not in any order of importance because it seems odd to compare them. I could even be forgetting some. They are all unique in their own right and it seems to diminish them somehow by listing them in any kind of significance.
Becoming sober in 1986.
Completing a marathon in Toronto in 1995.
Giving birth to my children in 1967 and 1969.
My granddaughter’s birth in 1994 and thus knowing what my mother shared with me when my daughter was born and what her mother had shared with her when I was born.
Placing first in overall marks in my school in Grade 6.
Getting my first role in a semi-professional theatre company in 1962.
Playing guitar and singing folksongs in a pub for the first time in 1964.
Emigrating to Canada on one of the last ocean going liners in 1967.
Getting my first award for writing in 1956.
Coming to Newfoundland in 2003 and realizing ‘this is it, this is home’.
Reading my own work publicly in 2008.
I’m sure there are more but none come to mind at the moment
Extraordinary how none of these little life-markers have anything to do with careers, promotions, working, relationships and marriages, eh?
This could be a meme, have at it if you’re so inclined.